The Standard Model
It had all to do with the crazy obedience
Of particles in time,
their rapacious, inexorable rage,
negatives and positives flowing graph-like together,
so there spread out in space you were waiting,
your hair flowing to me as I turned
from the park before the big house and
ventured across the broad grass
to find you sitting and smiling when you saw me
among the patrician birds, the parasols and plaid
of guests afloat on colours, the bells for tea,
the tinkling of cut glass, and you telling me
The Standard Model had stood the tests of time.
And that it couldn`t be other than that
in the standard moral order.
But what
Rapacious obedience of minds,
What follows - up, what denouements
of hands- in - hands across the sea,
When you had invited me?